Journal of International Education and Leadership Volume 5 Issue 1 Spring 2015 http://www.jielusa.org/ ISSN: 2161-7252 Making James Joyce Contemporary: Recreating Classical Fiction Rebecca Clay University of Texas at Dallas Can you make James Joyce’s short story “Eveline” contemporary and create a modern short story based on Joyce’s work? The purpose of this study was to provide a context to Joyce’s short story “Eveline,” illustrate the journey of my fiction writing, and expand the conversation on using classical fiction as a guide to modern short story writing. I attempted to create a short story within the spirit of “Eveline,” while incorporating modern Irish history within Joyce’s form. My story mirrors themes similar to Joyce’s: paralysis, what it means to be Irish and the Irish struggle, the meaning of brother, the relatedness of the term “mother” and the depth of family ties between the characters. My story examines two Irish brothers who fight one another in childhood and then fight for the cause of independence. Fate has one brother leaving for a journey to America and one brother staying in Ireland. Sean, the brother who left for America, is a newly retired Green Beret who has been away from Dublin for over twenty years, as the story unfolds during the height of activity of the IRA, and the end of the Vietnam War. Joyce wrote a female protagonist in “Eveline,” and I wrote a male protagonist in my story, to give a mirror image approach. The twist at the end of the story, the placing of memorable objects within the text, and the creation of a dying promise to a mother by older brother Patrick, all reflect features of Joycean techniques. Paralysis was a major feature of “Eveline” and I use paralysis in the modern world, in my story, to depict the state of modern warfare, which was just beginning a few years after “Eveline” was published. In this study, I introduced my short story I developed as a result of my training in creative writing at the University of Texas at Dallas. Based on my study and practice of creative writing, performance, and literature, and my background in psychology and history, I used an interdisciplinary approach to creative writing. Using an exhaustive bibliography, I discussed some of the historical background for my fiction, as well as some of the critical sources that shaped my thought process. I made copies of Joyce’s story, as well as my own, for each participant to look over and compare at my presentation. I discussed how the readings lead to the first draft, and how the creative process works for me. I illustrated how I used the creative process to write my short story, and what steps other writers can use to create art through classical fiction. Keywords: James Joyce, Eveline, Dubliners, Creative Writing, Creative Writing Process Short story writing requires determination, before. Creative writing is a living, breathing reflection, patience, attention to detail, and not thing. It ebbs and flows as our minds create new to mention, a vivid imagination. Stories can start realities. Following please find my exposition on from chance events, autobiographical memories, how I created my short story “Sean,” and then, and themes gleaned from other writers. When I the final version of my short story I created to first learned to write creatively twenty years ago, present at the ICIS Conference in April 2015. I studied James Joyce’s Dubliners. This project took me back to my roots as a writer and challenged me to go further than I had gone Making James Joyce Contemporary Clay 2 The Exposition Paper Green Berets liked living near airport lights to warm their hearts and remind themselves of their My first exposure to writing a short story for many missions. An airport could be a circular my project was my renewed love with the short theme, encompassing the plot. stories of James Joyce, through a class I was I knew the closing scene before I knew the taking on Irish Renaissance Literature. By the first scene. That had never happened to me second class I had made a request for a creative before but I ran a base storyline by some friends project for the semester. The frantic search for of mine and they fell in love with it. I was in. reading materials began. I spent my time reading The ending was a flash, or like a dream that and rereading Joyce’s stories. I started sending unfolded first. I had Patrick, Sean, Ireland, the text messages of scenes to myself. For the first USA, and mother. I settled on “Eveline” as my time as a writer, the ending was complete and main story to imitate after studying Dubliners Sean, named after my favorite Bond man, and back and forth. “Eveline” had always caught my Patrick, named after the patron saint of Ireland, eye. This said, the main idea of the proposal would end up as my main characters. Paralysis went fairly quickly, and my story began to take and oppression would move the plot like hands shape like a form in the depths of the ocean, of time. Two Irish brothers, one in America, one dark, murky but with pinpoints of light. left in Ireland, make their return, or not. So I started with writing little scenes on my The question my main idea hinged on was: phone, and I texted them to myself when the Can you make James Joyce contemporary in our muse hit. The first scene I texted was the one in world? First I focused on Dubliners in general as the playground with Sean, Patrick, and Mary. I a period piece, while looking for its inner value finally got behind the laptop and began free for our generation. Oppression and paralysis are writing, and the first rough draft poured onto the still with us. I read some of the critical pieces page. Mary, given the impact of her name: but found more within my own response. I kept Madonna, child, prostitute, soldier, showed us reading editions of Dubliners and making how one woman can be indemnified by a name mental notes. and how the plight of the Irish woman lay in Once I read those copies, I began a journey Ireland. What makes a woman a freedom of historical fiction analysis, or what might have fighter? What makes an Army different from a happened if Subject A met B and C in a certain terrorist group? town at a certain time and certain historical Previous to all this I read my bibliography events took place. The first actual writing on my over and studied those books and articles I had laptop took place on my abstract and my chosen. I preferred my interpretation to the proposal. I fleshed out my sketches against an critics, but it was informing to read the critics. open landscape, quite like a famous painter For instance, Marilyn French argues in her sketches before she uses color. The abstract gave article that Eveline is not a simple story (French, me focus, and my professor, gave me guidance 1978: 452). French argues that there are things in preparing a proposal that would be accepted. left out of the story, like the fact if Eveline goes The abstract gave me function and the proposal with Frank there is no guarantee Frank will put my thoughts to speed. marry her and she will be in a worse state than Now it was time to choose the first sentence. her present one (French, 1978: 452-3). I agree What would a Green Beret of the Vietnam era with this, and I mirror this ambiguity in my story think? Look? Act, if he is Irish born? Who is by having Sean longing to go home despite his Sean? Who is Patrick? How does my reading tell brother’s connections to the IRA, and the fact me who they are? What do I see Sean doing in Sean is better off with his “new family” in the the first sentence? What can the first sentence States. tell me about the arc of the beginning and ending In the proposal, I lay out the plot structure of the story? What place or object can serve as and the interwoven themes. Paralysis takes on a the arc of the creation of the story? multi edged sword for my story, as I write Green Berets have a love for the breeze and deeper and deeper into my story. Could paralysis open sky, so let us talk about airplanes. Several mean for “Eveline” that she was trapped at home Making James Joyce Contemporary Clay 3 in a paralysis of abuse, loyalties to a dead that was a universal truth in moving to the mother, the plight of the Irish woman, and the United States. Then I was complemented on my process that eats alive beings until they are ability to talk and explain difficult concepts. dead? Or am I exploring other forms of paralysis I found out I had written a solid short story. in sibling rivalry, loyalty to a dead mother, the No one pointed holes in the plot or criticized my plight of the Irish woman, or the paralysis that techniques. Everyone seemed to enjoy my story makes you keep your word to your mother to get and take something from it. Yes, it seems that your brother to the United States, and keep him you can make James Joyce contemporary. away from trouble? How far can paralysis stop brotherly and family love? Can “Eveline’s” The Final Version of the Short Story paralysis be stopped by her romance? Can blood break the ties of paralysis and use love to open Sean up a new era of dialogue free from “Irish paralysis?” He looked through the unadorned front The story starts filling itself in, and the window of his spacious home, waiting for the beginning and the closing become more familiar lights of the airport to bring him solace. hexagonal and distinct. The story begins to tell His head tilted towards the pane of glass; his itself, and it is I who pieces through the threads eyelids were heavy and in his eyes was a luster. to interconnect the plot, theme, dialogue, He walked towards the cedar and brass table objects, and of course, the panoramic views and and chairs in the dining room, where a green the pictures. beret with a red and gold phoenix patch lay at A majority of my rewriting takes place in the head of the table. It was here where strange circumstances, and on my phone the Mahoney, Neil, Beckett, Farnsworth, Miller, second rewriting takes place and forms the Carroll, and Odell used to meet for poker every rooms, and places, and objects that the story is Friday night. There were four gold boxes at told with. “Show don’t tell” was how I was Sean’s end of the table, next to a fifth of taught to write. Use a minimum on dialogue and Jameson and a fifth of Jack, with a slew of let your objects propel the scenes. Paralysis crystal highball glasses. Mahoney picked up the between two Irish brothers found itself within smallest box and placed it in Sean’s palm. Sean my writing as a female writer writing a male opened it and laughed at the micro camera he protagonist, while Joyce wrote as a male writer had been tasked with. writing a female protagonist. “Take some pictures of some pretty girls,” To the conference I brought a highlighted said Odell, with a laugh. version of my story for my presentation, along with copies of “Eveline” to compare and The next package was from Farnsworth and contrast. My session was well attended and I had Miller, and it contained a gold Cross set with a attendees from Turkey as well as India and the listening device and a pen knife. The duffle bag United States. I was not nervous because I had packed for Dublin was beside the table, and each discussed my story in detail to several people gift carefully tucked itself inside. A bottle of before the conference. I knew what I wrote and Quervo 1800 made its way out of a box. High why I crafted the story according to certain rules class hooch for Sean’s brother, he thought. A that were within “Eveline” and translated into gold box of Hai Karate, and a black and emerald my story. I started by reading the first three green gi came from Carroll and Beckett to pages of my exposition paper while giving the inaugurate the newest member of the family. A attendees a chance to look over both stories. I set of weighted throwing knives and a pouch of then began my literary analysis and compared Native American tobacco came from Odell and and contrasted elements of both stories. My Neal. presentation was well received and I heard comments about once you have made a home in “Sean’s going home for a visit. It’s about the United States that you cannot go back home darn time,” said Neal. and that the person felt like Sean did. I was told Making James Joyce Contemporary Clay 4 “I hope Patrick likes cheap cologne,” Miller keep his distance from Mary, and all the Marys said with a sly smile. while he was in Dublin visiting Patrick. He will leave on the red-eye flight tomorrow for Dublin. Out came the jar of pennies and four decks of He lit a cigarette and put the match out in the ash cards, beer nuts, pretzels, Crown, and another tray. Sean watched the smoke billow in the air, fifth of Jack. It was payday, and Sean and while he waited and watched for the next move Mahoney bought more of those large lead crystal or the next call. ashtrays to leave about the house ready to throw at a target. Last, but not least, there were Cuban “Ring, ring…” It was a call patch from cigars and swisher sweets. Patrick. The game started at nine; by midnight “Man, it has been awhile since I heard from Farnsworth and Miller were busted up, you. What’s up? I’m leaving tomorrow.” physically, as well as tabbed out. Sean showed “Things have been pretty tense around here. his friends one of the empty guest rooms and Don’t you read the papers?” took their keys. The game went on until four, “We don’t get the same news as you. So tell Sean and Mahoney divided the pot, and Odell me.” and Neal started coffee while Carroll and “Are you sure you want to come for a visit?” Beckett made breakfast. “We have been planning this for six months.” Sean grasped his beret and whisked it to his “Call me back in a couple of hours.” bedroom headquarters. His mattress pad and box springs lay on the floor, draped with one olive A few phone calls, and a few favors later, drab wool blanket. A pillow, brown striped with there was nothing to know. Patrick had a age, stood firm at the head of the bed. A large, nervous stomach since he was a boy, and he was lead, crystal ashtray sat on the carpet beside the not going to cancel his visit home. With yet head of the bed. A red standard desk phone and another phone patch to tell his overprotective a black standard desk phone sat next to the ash brother the coast was clear, Sean could get some tray. The beret went in the top shelf of the sleep. Patrick took it seriously when their closet, where it had stayed every night for three Mother died, and their mother made Patrick years when Sean was not out on a mission or a promise he would get Sean to New York with trip. Another night of cold repose fit the night, what savings Mother had left over. Mother and the thoughts of seeing Mary once again could not live with the fact that Patrick got filled Sean’s head with icicles. caught up with the IRA, and she said on her It was the first day of school. During recess, deathbed that she wanted her savings to send Patrick slammed Sean across the face and Sean as far away from Ireland as possible. tumbled Sean head over heels into the slide Mary was gliding down. Slam! Sean struck “Patrick, where is that call from Patrick?” Mary’s heels with a bang. Mary got up, brushed Sean said to himself. herself off, walked away, and never looked back. Sean lit another cigarette to pass the time Sean dashed home from school to find and start relaxing to go to sleep, as it was nearly himself alone. He stared hard at the poster of 10 a.m. Sean snubbed out the butt, and rolled New York his mother bought for him when he over awhile. was three years old. Patrick forced in the door When the phone patch went through, it was with Mary and shoved Sean face first into the almost 9 p.m., and the flight left in three hours. poster. Mother entered the door and had the boys Sean packed before he dozed, but the ring of the prepare for supper. Mary set the table for phone sent him straight for the ceiling. Sean Patrick’s mother. It was the law. It was always caught his composure and answered Patrick. His the law. brother seemed like he had changed his mind Mary kept the law her entire life. Father about the trip. He had a business trip that had Quinn said the picture of the Immaculate just come up. Patrick was in an export and Conception did not do Mary justice. Sean had to import business, and these things happened. His Making James Joyce Contemporary Clay 5 brother could only spend a week with him if he French, Marilyn (1978). Missing Pieces in came instead of a month. It was 10:45 by now, Joyce's Dubliners. Twentieth Century Literature and Patrick was going to be late for his flight. 24(4), 443-72. Talking could take place in Dublin. As Sean tore down the streets to the airport, Gordon, John (1995). Dubliners and the Art of heavy rain hit the windshield and the pavement. Losing. Studies in Short Fiction 32(3). Hydroplaning into airport parking, Sean got out of his truck and slipped and fell carrying his Haughey, Jim (1995). Joyce and Trevor's duffel bag. Wet, sloppy boots carried him into Dubliners: The Legacy of Colonialism. Studies the airport jet way. Alas, the gate was closed and in Short Fiction 32(3). the ticket agent told him there were no refunds for his type of ticket. Joyce, James (1996). Dubliners: Text, Criticism, Sean walked away from the jet way and sat and Notes. in the seats in front of the gate with his head buried in his hands. After a few minutes, he Joyce, James, John Wyse. Jackson, and Bernard sauntered towards airport parking and found his McGinley (1993). James Joyce's Dubliners. truck. As he looked up at the moonlit sky, the Joyce, Stanislaus (1958). My Brother's Keeper. flight he planned to catch exploded with a crash and a boom, like a fireball in mid-air. Lévi-Strauss, Claude (1965). The Savage Mind. Author Biography Moloney, Ed (2002). A Secret History of the IRA. REBECCA CLAY is a PhD. Student in the School of Humanities at the University of Texas Norris, Margot (1995). Blind Streets and Seeing at Dallas. 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